The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1887-07-08

md represents the dominant spirit of every
lge-that of improvement.
Telegraph hill has signal station and in
teresting historic significance. Upon it
French Notifications are still standing, sur
rounded by a "moat" but no drawbridge;
one must go round by the road therefore to
ascend Telegraph hill "easy" But the road
has been beaten and trodden out of long,
soft, fower-starred grass; and great yellow
hearted daisies, wild feur de lys, butter
cups, pink and white clover, and the pretty
arnica flower, make great gay patches in
every direction. The view from Telegraph
hill takes in the village of Hull and its sur
rounding neighborhood, the beach road, its
villas end villages, the ocean, bay and North
shore from Boston to Marblehead.
The great beauty of this place is the wide
seas, the wide, wide views, and the circulat-
ing salt-sea air, which meets with no obsta-
cles save the hills, and the pilot-boats which
go out and come in from the station below
us. 1t is perpetual delight to find the sea
in front of us, to know that a street with gas
mains and an elevated" road, and groceries
and forlorn-looking people cannot take its
place. 1t is never-ending pleasure to sit or
and look out upon the blue water, hear
the swish of the waves, see the gay yachts
sail up and down, and the great ocean steam
ers as they go out or come in. The walk
upon the beach is quite fashionable prom
enade, and the carriage road from Hull to
Nantucket and the Jerusalem" road pass
the pretty recessed corner in which Seaside
Cottage is located. 1t is, therefore, lord of
itself and of much of the surrounding neigh
horhno1 with +ho1
or isolated, and may fairly claim kinship
with two hemispheres, for there is nothing
but the long stretch of ocean between us and
the soil of Great Britain.
The evenings are no less delightful than
the mornings, for there is still the sea more
deeply, darkly, beautifully blue, and all the
horizon toward the water line studded with
lights as the sky with stars. There is the
Long Island light and the red "bug'' light,
the Boston" revolving light, the twin lights
and "Minot's' light, the last marking the
pilot-line for 'inside'' and Outside cruis
ers. It looks to be about mile, but it is
really twenty-five miles to the Middle
Brewster" where the lighthouse stands,
from which the brilliant revolving light
flashes out its rays. Beyond it on one side is
an island known as Big Brewster; below it
another called Little Brewster, while the
other, as before remarked, is known as Mid
die Brewster. Evidently the individual who
gave these names had read the nursery story
of the three bears-the great bear the mid
dle-sized bear and the little bear-and remem-
bered it.
The sunsets here are gorgeous, and have
all the characteristics of color and occasional
mirage effects of sunsets at sea. The lovely
opaline tints of the sky, its gold and fire, are
all reproduced in the water, and are brought
in waves to your feet as if the treasures of the
world were being poured out at them. While
the west is bathed in this refulgent mass of
color the green hills at the east and south are
darkened, their outlines growing more dis
tinct in the half light and the red-tiled cot
tages in the distance cleaning out upon the
eastern summit like jewels upon the brow of
the coming night.
The weather here is as treacherous as the
sea. You never know when you are SIM
for gale, unless, like the fishermen, you
watch the signs very close A mirage is a
sure token of 'dirty' weather within
twenty-four hours, and weather-beaten
pilot looking at an innocent little cloud
will predict a gale when sea and sky are
calm and the atmosphere at its stillest and
hottest. Stoves are never taken down in this
latitude, for you never know when they will
be wanted, and to be always armed against
the emergency is discovered to be the only
way to get the best of the emergency.
The best dress is navy-blue flannel, and
the popular dress with summer visitors is
twilled fannel-cream, gray, navy-blue, or
good brown, with red hat, and vest. The
Children wear large red hats, or cream
Gretchen bonnets and make charming,
picturesque part of the landscape.
Mr.. Lawrence Barrett's summer home is
at Cohasset, just above or below Hull, on the
south shore; and he is now staying there
with his friend, Edwin Booth, who plays
with him next season, in what will be the
finest star combination ever seen since Mr..
Booth played with Irving in London Rob
SON and Crane have also a cottage near here;
and on Nantasket Beach. a mile or two away,
near Strawberry Hill, is the cottage where
Captain Webb's family were spending the
summer when he losthi life at Niagara.
There are always originals in these old
time villages and there are several in "old"
Hull. The most public of these characters is
''Uncle Billy" poor, half-witted, battered
and weather-beaten old fellow, who may be
seen any day wheeling barrow and care
fully packing it with chips and bits of drift
wood which he picks up on the beach.
"Uncle Billy" lives with an aged mother
who attends to his few wants and keeps him
clean, while by picking up chips, doing err
rands and collecting stores of YARDS he
supplies the meagre wherewithal for theirliv-
ing He is perfectly harmless and is so alb
sorbed in his various occupations, attends to
them so conscientiously, is SO particular as
to the exact position of every chip he puts
into his barrow, and fills it so generously,
that one cannot but feel that he might have
been made for better things In fact, the
legend is that blow from drunken father
= before his birth = and the terror of
his violence and cruelty deprived the unborn
child of his proper amount of sense, though
not seemingly of conscience. Curiously
enough though he never goes to church.
and could not understand the preacher if he
did, he puts on clean shirt, wears coat
and will not pick up chips on Sunday. But
he goes into the woods and gathers his